Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Equatorial Guinea and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Fort Wilson Riot to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
CMW,
Smog,
Jeff Mills,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Mojo Men,
Los Fastidios,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Moon,
Panda Bear,
Lyres,
One Last Wish,
Faust,
Essential Logic,
kango's stein massive,
Duran Duran,
John Coltrane,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bill Wells,
Graham Central Station,
Ronan,
Tommy Roe,
The American Breed,
Prince Buster,
Mars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Busters,
Interpol,
Drive Like Jehu,
Flipper,
Average White Band,
Skaos,
The Vogues,
Lucky Dragons,
Bizarre Inc.,
Massinfluence,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
T. Rex,
The Fugs,
Ohio Players,
Masters at Work,
Amazonics,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Doors,
Porter Ricks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marc Almond,
Marmalade,
Malaria!,
Easy Going,
Inner City,
Ultra Naté,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Mighty Diamonds,
AZ,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.